How to Live
First, you lose yourself.
Then you feel unmoored,
Untethered. I’ll be the imaginary floor
You walk upon with make believe legs
And the walls that shield you
From mythical northern winds
Gusting down from legendary lands
And the roof that shades you
From the only in your head
Scorching hot white blaze
Of an all incinerating sun.
12/13/21
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